Gentle

Slow, soft, delicate breath

She sleeps with abandon

Her arms raised high above

her head, her legs curled.

No pain, no fear, she sleeps

through catfights, neighbors,

thunder and lightning.

Her dreams are unknown.

My little child, energetic and playful,

settles in a cocoon of darkness

as night falls.

She breathes gentle and still,

and all is well.